Bahamian Lover

Met a man downtown

Headed to the fry to look for a fresh woman

And some sunshine for his back pocket

His skin was colored brown

Color of luxury

Skin of a coconut

Lightly dusted with chocolate

If you’ve ever bit into

The skin of a sun-ripened mango and let

The sweet syrup caress you from inside

Or if you’ve ever been to

The bottom of the ocean and the tips of your

Lips taste like saltwater and the seaside

Or if you’ve ever felt

The sun crawl and hide in

Your chest and explode –

He will make you melt

In his sunshine, my Bahamian lover

And tastes like fruits of his abode